synopsis ▸ when an afterparty ride home in a limo takes a drastic turn
δ — nsfw (mdni), smut, gangbang, dom!piwon, sub!reader, straight filth, pictures are taken, everyone is post-drunk/tipsy, drinking, dirty talk, degradation, praise, grinding, nipple play, exhibitionism, voyeurism, spit roasting, oral (f. rec/m. rec), face fucking, alcohol play (?), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie supreme
requested ▸ @mellownorth my muse atp for filthy shit
ᯓ an — this might just be filthier than my prev ot6 fic (ik it’s short but still) lemme know tho but anyways that loyl mv is a landmine of depravity
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The air in the limo feels syrupy and warm, thick with a post-drunken haze. And a little bit of arousal. Or maybe that’s just you.
There’s six bodies around you in various states of intoxication and undress, disheveled in appearance with their hair askew and clothes in complete disarray. The late night lull of the afterparty has them dozed off into their own little worlds, conscious but not quite there.
It’s all enticing.
With the cramped space, the warmth of their bodies press around you like a tangible, tempting pressure.
Jongseob sits across from you, leaning back in his seat as he half-heartedly clicks through the camera held precariously in his hands. You wonder what sort of debauchery he’s captured with those lenses.
Shota sits to his right with his head on Jongseob’s shoulder, sort of watching Jongseob’s camera and sort of trying not to fall asleep.
Jiung sits on Jongseob’s other side, off in his own world with his head leaned back and his dazed eyes stuck to the roof.
On your right is Keeho, elbow on the door and his head in his hand, seeming hard at thought as he stares at Jiung's shoes.
Intak seems to be the only one at almost full energy, foot tapping quietly to your left to the slow beat of the song that plays distantly through the limo speakers.
And Theo… well.
You shift in your seat, jostling slightly when the body under you stirs awake.
Theo’s strong hands come down on your hips to hold you still. You hear him click his tongue in annoyance before a brush of soft breath bristles your hair behind your head.
“Sit still,” he murmurs, fingers digging into your clothed flesh for a quick moment. “Trying to sleep.”
You pout. You can’t sit still; there’s still a dull thread of energy that thrums under your veins, the remnants of the party’s adrenaline still pulsing through your body. You need to let it out somehow.
So you lean your back against his warm chest, rolling your hips down on his lap in a pointed grind that has your ass pushing back against a prominent hardness.
“Can’t,” you whisper, resting your head against his shoulder and turning to brush your lips against his ear, his soft brown hair tickling your nose at the movement. “I’m not tired.”
He clicks his tongue again, fingers dipping under the cropped cut of your white top before digging into your bare flesh. “You’re being needy now,” he chides quietly, but it still catches attention.
You can feel eyes shift to you, pair by pair, as you let out a soft moan when Theo rolls his hips up.
“Needy?” You hear Intak pipe up from you left, voice still a little slurred from his earlier drunken episode.
But his tone is as enthusiastic as ever. The heat of his body closes in from your left, his large hand finding your waist before slowly gliding up your body.
“All you had to do was say the word, princess,” Intak adds, the grin in his voice apparent.
But you don’t get to look, because there’s a solid hand that wraps around your throat and turns your head towards Keeho.
He has a lazy smirk on his lips, sharp eyes honing in on the way your lips part to let out a sharp breath as he presses into the sides of your neck.
“Our princess isn’t very good with her words though, is she?” He asks, tone mocking as he leans into you. You think you can still catch the scent of Jack on his breath.
You don’t get to respond, can’t rather, because Theo shifts and grinds his growing arousal right up into your aching cunt just as Intak’s palm finds your breast and squeezes.
You moan, low and needy, and Keeho digs his thumb into your lower lip, smirk pulling up into a wicked grin.
“Doesn’t matter though,” you hear Jongseob chuckle from across you, but Keeho doesn’t let you turn. “She always sounds good regardless.”
“I think you mean pathetic,” Jiung intercepts with his deep, disapproving voice and your mind goes hazier than the alcohol ever did, from the words and from the steady sensations of Theo grinding you down over his cock and Intak’s finger tweaking your nipple over your shirt. “Doesn’t take much to get her moaning like a whore.”
He’s not wrong, point and case being made in the moment. But you don’t care, too caught up with the existing heat in your veins firing hotter. Theo’s mouth nips languidly at your shoulder, exposed by your low sleeve, and your vision starts to go hazy where it’s still kept locked on Keeho’s intent gaze.
“Don’t be so mean, hyung,” Soul chimes in sweetly, followed by the sound of a bottle cap hissing open. “Doesn’t she look so pretty tonight?”
“She does,” answers Jongseob, before you hear the click of a shutter and see a flash of white wash through the stuffy room. “Would be a shame to let it go to waste.”
Your vision clears as Keeho starts to lean into you. “It would,” he whispers, warm breath brushing over your lips. “Wouldn’t it?”
Then his lips are on yours, expert tongue wasting no time in licking its way into your pliant mouth. There’s soft groans and whispered moans, whether from you, from him, or someone else—you don’t know.
All you know is that you feel everything from everywhere.
Theo’s lips are against your ear, whispering something about ruining this pretty outfit, as his flitting tongue traces the shell of your ear.
Intak’s hand has found its way to your bare skin after rucking your shirt over your tits to expose heated skin and lacy bra to the humid, lust-laden air. His greedy fingers pull the cup of your bralette down to tease at your pebbling nipple without barrier, his eager mouth and tongue working their way from your shoulder to your collarbone.
You feel two soft hands land on your thighs. They’re not Theo’s—those remain in an iron grip on your hips still rocking you over his boner.
It takes more strength than you’re prepared for to turn from Keeho’s overbearing kiss but he only redirects to mouthing at your jaw, his hand still wrapped firmly around your neck.
Soul is on his knees in the tight space between the two sets of seats, perched right between your and Theo’s legs, and looking up at you with those twinkling, inquiring eyes of his.
You take hold of the skewed tie around his neck before pulling and parting your legs, and he takes his cue, diving right in under your skirt and flattening his eager tongue over your panty-clad, soaked cunt.
You whine sharply when he immediately latches onto your clothed clit, body arching off of Theo’s when Intak’s lips latch onto your nipple at almost the exact same moment.
But Theo’s hand flattens against your bare torso, pushing you right back against him.
“Sit. Fucking. Still,” he hisses into your ear, and despite the way your body wants to twitch and writhe under all the sensation, you plant yourself down under his command.
But the tremors that flit through your body are helpless, just as the whimpers and soft breaths that tumble from your lips are.
Soul’s tongue flicks rapidly over your cunt, his spit adding to the slick mess of the thin fabric of your panties that are barely a barrier at this point.
Despite Theo’s warning, your hips buck against Soul’s face, body jerking with pleasure when you feel the tip of his nose press right against your clit.
A sudden flash brings you out of your pleasure induced haze, bleary eyes blinking open to see Jongseob with the camera.
“Say kimchi, baby,” he coos teasingly before snapping another picture, not bothering to even give you the chance because he knows you don’t have the mind to speak.
But your focus lands on the man beside him—Jiung, who sits there leaned back with his hand wrapped around the neck of a champagne bottle while his dark eyes drink you in.
It’s hard to tell what he’s thinking, expression as stoic as ever. His eyes move down when you wince at the feeling of Intak’s teeth grazing over your nipple where he’s still suckling.
Then he leans forward, taking a swig of the champagne before lifting off of his seat and leaning over into your space.
Your heart flutters at the thought of him finally kissing you, but then Keeho’s hand moves from your neck to your jaw, forcing your mouth open, and Jiung lets warm champagne trickle out of his mouth and into yours.
You bristle, a quick sound leaving your throat before it closes to not choke on the liquid as you let it well in your mouth, your wide eyes locked right onto his burning coals.
The hand on your jaw loosens when Jiung finishes with a lick of his lips, eyes flickering down to your mouth. “Swallow.”
Like under a trance, you do, opening your mouth again after to show that you have, and he hums before settling back in his seat as he takes another drink, eyes never once leaving you.
“She’s so wet,” mumbles Soul from under your skirt, pulling back far enough that only his eyes peek out, the fabric caught over his nose and mouth. “Could probably fuck her without anymore prep.”
“Dibs!” Intak calls before anyone else can, much to the others’ chagrin, but it doesn’t really matter.
Because he might be the first one to sit you on his cock and make you ride him to completion, might be the first to make you come over his cock before filling you with his own release, but he certainly wouldn’t be the last.
Because then comes Theo, who lays down on Keeho’s lap before folding you in half and driving himself into you with such a force that in the recesses of your fucked out mind you wonder if it’s disrupting the drive.
But your head is filled with cotton, your mouth with Keeho’s dick, and your pussy with Theo’s (and Intak’s) cum, and there’s not a damn other thing that you come close to caring about.
Keeho doesn’t get much time with you, can’t rather, because he’s already so close from your warm mouth that he just hastily handles your body towards him and fucks into you maybe twice, or three times, before he comes inside you with a guttural groan.
You’re a trembling mess at that point, and you might have come once again, you can’t really tell, but do you get a moment to recover?
No, because then Soul and Jongseob pull you to their side, camera now shoved into Keeho’s lazy hands, and they get right to work.
You’re not sure who you have fucking into your mouth and who you have pounding into your sopping cunt, but does it even matter? They flip you around after one of them finishes so they both get their chance to fuck and cum inside you anyway. It’s a group effort after all.
There’s champagne poured over your body at one point, eager tongues chasing the dripping liquid off your skin, but you’re too far gone to tell whose they are.
And Jiung, well, Jiung doesn’t even have the decency to fuck you.
He just jerks himself to the sight of you getting utterly ruined by his friends until you’re to the point of tears and full to the brim with their cum. And once they’re done with you, and your used body is laid over Soul and Jongseob’s laps trying to grapple reality, he shoves your twitching legs apart and slots himself in just until the tip before stroking himself to completion, letting himself spill into you and add to your messy little collection.
The last conscious image you have is of him leaning back into his seat, tucking himself back into his pants with a satisfied smirk as another flash goes off somewhere in the corner of your eye.
iza ❤︎ i actually messed this up so let me know if you want me to redo the request 😭😭 btw intaks korean text says im gonna kms lol ,, in honor of the p1harmony comeback!
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pairings : p1harmony x fem!reader (separate)
synopsis : reactions about what happens when p1harmony members call their girlfriend clingy.
warnings : crying, yelling, mean!p1h, angst, kissing, some things are set differently (dorm spaces, studio, etc.), humilation, lmk if i missed anything NOT EDITED.
a/n : guys i'm thinking of stanning cortis... (martin has caught my eye)
word count : 6k
back to library .
keeho - 기호
the dorm was loud the way it always was when all six boys were crammed into one room. jiung and jongseob were locked into a video game battle on the tv, their voices overlapping in sharp bursts of trash talk. intak sat cross-legged on the floor with a bag of chips, narrating the chaos like he was some kind of sports commentator. theo hummed under his breath while scrolling tiktok, and soul sat nearby flipping through a notebook.
you were curled against keeho on the couch, half leaning into his side, chin tucked against his shoulder as you watched the game unfold. it wasn’t unusual—in fact, it was your favorite spot, pressed against him while the others did their thing.
but tonight, keeho wasn’t really leaning back into you.
you didn’t notice at first. you laughed when jongseob shouted in victory, you clapped when jiung fumbled his controller, & you shifted closer when the blanket slipped from keeho’s lap. your hand found his sleeve, tugging gently as you whispered, “look, seob’s actually winning this round.”
keeho stiffened. he gave a small, almost invisible shrug like he was trying to shake your hand off. your brows pinched, but you didn’t move. instead, you tucked yourself closer, smiling. “you’re too quiet. what’s going on in that head of yours?”
that was when it happened.
keeho’s sigh was audible, sharp enough that the others glanced over. he pulled back slightly and said, without lowering his voice:
“god, you’re so clingy sometimes.”
the words landed like a slap.
the room went silent. even jongseob’s character died without him noticing, the announcer blaring on screen. you froze, heat rushing to your face so fast it made your ears ring. your hand fell away from keeho’s sleeve as if you’d been burned.
theo was the first to clear his throat. “…yikes.” intak blinked wide-eyed. “uh, hyung…” jongseob shot a glare keeho’s way, muttering, “not cool.”
soul didn’t say anything, but his pencil stopped mid-line. he was staring. jiung frowned, controller dropping into his lap. “dude, seriously? you didn’t have to say it like that.”
you swallowed, forcing a weak laugh that cracked on the edges. “wow. okay. that’s… noted.” you pushed yourself up from the couch, arms wrapping around yourself. you didn’t wait for a response. you slipped past the boys, trying to hold yourself together until you were safely behind a closed door. the sting hit then—humiliation, sharp and hot. not just because keeho had said it, but because he’d said it in front of everyone.
back in the living room, tension hung heavy.
keeho stared at the empty space you’d left, guilt slowly dawning across his face. “…i didn’t-” “bro,” intak cut in, still munching chips but his tone unusually serious, “you can’t say that to y/n. especially not in front of all of us.”
jiung shook his head, brows furrowed. “yeah, that was rough. you embarrassed her man.” theo leaned back, folding his arms. “more than rough. she looked humiliated.” keeho opened his mouth, closed it. he dragged a hand down his face, groaning. “i didn’t mean it like that.”
“doesn’t matter how you meant it,” jongseob muttered. “it’s how it sounded.” even soul piped up, voice quiet but cutting; “she looked like she wanted to disappear.”
keeho’s chest twisted. he knew. he’d seen it in your eyes the second the word left his mouth—that sting, that crumple he’d caused. and now all five of his members were staring at him like he was the villain.
because he was.
“shit,” he muttered, standing abruptly. “i need to fix this.”
you were sitting on the edge of the bathtub, when a soft knock sounded.
“baby?” keeho’s voice, muffled but gentle. you swiped at your eyes quickly, though the redness would give you away. “…busy.”
another pause.
“can i come in?”
“no.”
a beat of silence. then, “please. i messed up. i need to talk to you.”
your chest ached, torn between wanting to slam the door shut forever and the part of you that still craved him, even when he’d hurt you. finally, you exhaled, shaky. “fine.” the door opened slowly, revealing keeho’s guilty face. he stepped in and shut it behind him, leaning back against the wood as if bracing himself.
you didn’t look at him.
keeho crouched in front of you, voice quiet. “i’m sorry.” you pressed your lips together. “in front of everyone, keeho? really?” he winced. “i know. i know. it was the worst way i could’ve handled it.”
“you think?” the bitterness slipped out before you could stop it. tears threatened again, but you forced them down. “you embarrassed me. like i was some annoying… leech or something.” keeho’s face crumpled. “no, no, baby. that’s not what i think. that’s not what i meant at all.”
“then what did you mean?” your voice cracked. “because you looked pretty serious when you said it.”
he dropped his gaze, ashamed. “i was tired. distracted. you were pulling at me and instead of just saying i needed a second, i said… that. and it came out so wrong.” you let out a shaky laugh, humorless. “clingy. that’s what you think of me?”
“i don’t,” he said firmly, lifting his eyes back to yours. “i think you’re loving. i think you make me feel safe and wanted. i think you’re the best part of my day. and i took all of that for granted when i opened my stupid mouth.” something in his tone made your chest wobble. but the sting was still raw.
“you made me feel small,” you whispered.
keeho’s breath hitched. he reached for your hand—slowly, carefully—and when you didn’t pull away, he held it tight.
“i’m so sorry i hurt you. i would never want to make you feel like that. you’re not too much. you’re never too much. if anything, i don’t deserve how much love you give me.”
your throat closed, eyes burning again, but this time from the sincerity in his voice.
keeho shuffled closer, resting his forehead against your knee. “please forgive me. i’ll apologize a thousand more times if that’s what it takes. i love the way you cling to me. i love that you even want to. for a moment, the bathroom was silent except for your uneven breaths. then, finally, you whispered, “…promise?”
he looked up at you, eyes shining. “promise.”
something loosened inside you. you sighed, shoulders slumping as the tension drained. “you’re such an idiot sometimes.” a weak laugh escaped him. “the biggest idiot.”
you slid off the tub edge, into his arms. he wrapped you up immediately, hugging you so tightly it felt like he was trying to fuse your pieces back together. “i’m sorry,” he murmured into your hair again and again, like a mantra.
this time, you let yourself believe him.
when you both finally re-emerged, the boys were still sprawled in the living room, pretending not to have been eavesdropping. theo raised a brow when he saw your swollen eyes and keeho’s sheepish expression. “everything good now?”
keeho squeezed your hand, answering, “better than good. but i owe all of you an apology too.”
they blinked.
“i embarrassed her in front of you guys,” keeho said firmly, “and that wasn’t fair. it was disrespectful to her, and it put you in a weird spot too. so… i’m sorry.”
intak nodded slowly. “that’s more like it.” jongseob smirked. “took you long enough.” jiung gave you a gentle smile. “we’ve got your back. especially when our idiot leader fucked up with you.”
you felt warmth flood your chest, gratitude swelling as the boys went back to their usual banter, tension easing away. keeho tugged you back down beside him on the couch, this time wrapping his arm snugly around your waist without hesitation. he whispered just for you, “see? not letting you go ever again.”
you smiled faintly, leaning into him despite the sting that still lingered. because you knew—this time, he meant it.
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theo - 테오
the clock on the studio wall glowed 1:37 a.m.
you shifted in your seat, blinking against the haze of exhaustion. theo sat hunched over his notebook at the desk, headphones crooked on his head, lips pressed into a tight line. he hadn’t spoken in over fifteen minutes, pencil scratching furiously across paper while he rewound the same section of a beat again and again.
your back ached from the stiff couch, but you didn’t complain. being here mattered more than sleep. theo had been practicing nonstop for weeks, buried in choreography and lyrics, and tonight was one of the rare moments you could be by his side. you just wanted to make sure he didn’t drown in it.
“you’ve been staring at that line forever,” you said softly, trying to lighten the mood. “want me to grab you a coffee? or some snacks? you’ll think better if you take a break.” “i can’t,” theo muttered without looking up. you pushed yourself off the couch, padding closer. “just ten minutes, baby. come sit with me. breathe.”
he stiffened when you touched his shoulder. “i said i can’t.” your smile faltered. “theo…” he yanked the headphones down around his neck, finally turning to face you. his expression was sharp, eyes flashing with the frustration that had been simmering all night.
“you don’t get it. i need to finish this.” “i do get it,” you said gently. “but you’ve been at it for hours. you’re burning yourself out, and i just want to help.” he let out a harsh laugh, running a hand through his hair. “help? by hovering over me? you’re being… you’re being so clingy right now. i can’t think.”
the word slammed into you.
you froze, hand still hovering uselessly near his shoulder. “clingy?” theo groaned, turning back to his notebook. “just give me space y/n, okay? please.” your throat tightened, burning with humiliation. you’d stayed up for him, waiting, worrying, just to be dismissed like that. you stepped back quickly, arms wrapping around yourself.
“…right,” you whispered, barely audible. “i’ll give you space.”
before he could respond, you slipped out of the studio, the door clicking softly shut behind you.
theo sat frozen at the desk, pencil slack in his fingers. the silence that followed was deafening, the weight of what he’d just said sinking in with every passing second.
clingy.
his stomach twisted. he hadn’t meant it like that. he hadn’t meant for your face to crumple the way it did, hadn’t meant for you to leave. “shit,” he muttered, shoving back from the desk. his music didn’t matter right now. none of it did.
you sat on the floor just outside the studio, knees pulled tight to your chest. the hall was dim, quiet except for the hum of vending machines down the corridor. you hated that your eyes were stinging, hated that one stupid word had undone you so easily. but you couldn’t stop replaying it. clingy. like you were a nuisance. like your love was suffocating.
the door creaked open, and theo’s footsteps approached.
“baby?” his voice was cautious, almost pleading. you swiped at your cheeks quickly, though your sniffle gave you away. “…don’t, theo. just go finish your song.” he crouched in front of you, eyes wide with guilt. “no. i can’t. not after that. i’m so sorry.” you stared at the floor. “you didn’t seem sorry when you said it.”
“i wasn’t thinking,” he admitted, voice rough. “i was frustrated, and i took it out on you. and that’s… that’s the last thing i should’ve done.” your chest tightened. “so you don’t think i’m clingy?”
theo’s heart cracked at the way you asked it, so small, like you needed him to prove it. he shook his head fiercely. “no. never. i love that you want to be close to me. i love that you care enough to sit in a freezing studio at one in the morning just so i’m not alone. you’re the reason i can even keep going.” his hand hovered before gently brushing against your arm. “baby, you’re not too much. i’m the one who was too much. too caught up in my own head to realize how lucky i am.”
“i know,” theo whispered, throat tight. “and i hate myself for it. but let me make it right. please.”
he slid down to sit on the floor beside you, wrapping his arms around your curled-up frame. at first you resisted, stiff against him. but then his warmth seeped in, his heartbeat steady against your cheek, and you finally let yourself melt into him.
“i’m sorry,” he murmured into your hair again and again, voice trembling with sincerity. “i’ll never call you that again. i swear.” your tears soaked into his hoodie, but you didn’t care. you clung to him now, tighter than before, needing proof that he wouldn’t push you away again.
theo held you just as fiercely. “you’re not clingy. you’re the best thing in my life. don’t ever doubt that.” the hall was quiet, but in his arms, the sting slowly eased.
when he finally pulled back, his eyes were red too. “come back inside with me? i won’t work anymore tonight. i just want to hold you.”
you searched his face, wary but softening. “…promise?”
he cupped your cheek, nodding. “promise.”
back in the studio, the desk lamp still glowed over scattered papers, but theo ignored it. he pulled you onto the couch with him, tucking you against his chest under his hoodie, as if shielding you from every harsh word he’d ever said. you exhaled slowly, the ache in your chest loosening at last.
“don’t ever scare me like that again,” you whispered.
he pressed a kiss to your hair. “never again. you’re my everything. too clingy? more like not close enough.”
for the first time all night, you smiled.
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jiung - 지웅
the dorm door clicked open, and jiung stepped inside, shoulders sagging under the weight of the day. his hoodie was pulled low over his eyes, backpack sliding down one arm like he didn’t even have the energy to hold it.
you were curled on the couch between intak and jongseob, waiting. the second you heard the door, you perked up, smile breaking across your face.
“ji!” you scrambled up, crossing the room to greet him. “you’re back, finally! how was practice? did you eat? do you want me to heat something up?” your arms went around him before he could answer, hugging him tight.
but instead of relaxing into you, jiung stiffened. “baby,” he said, voice low and rough, “not right now.” you pulled back slightly, blinking. “oh—sorry, i just missed you.”
he sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. “i know. i just… can you not be clingy the second i walk in? i’m exhausted.”
the word landed sharp and cold.
clingy.
your smile faltered. behind you, the members shifted uncomfortably, the tension in the air immediate. intak opened his mouth to say something, but you shook your head quickly, forcing a little laugh.
“right. sorry. i’ll… give you space.”
you backed away, retreating toward the kitchen even though your chest ached. jiung didn’t look up. he just kicked off his shoes and trudged toward his room, leaving silence behind him.
the kitchen tiles blurred as you stood there, staring at nothing. your arms still tingled from the hug you’d given him, a hug he didn’t want.
clingy.
like you were too much. like your love was inconvenient. intak’s voice broke through softly. “hey… don’t listen to him. he’s tired. you know how jiung gets when he’s wiped.” jongseob nodded. “yeah. he didn’t mean it.” you forced a nod, but the sting was already lodged in your chest. “it’s fine. i get it.” but you didn’t, not really.
jiung collapsed face-first onto his bed, groaning into the pillow. his body was aching, his mind buzzing from hours of practice, but all he could think about was the look on your face when he brushed you off.
god, why had he said that?
he hadn’t meant it—not the way it came out. he just felt suffocated by the day, by the endless schedules and expectations, and when you hugged him, instead of grounding him like it usually did, it tipped him over the edge. but that wasn’t your fault. that was his.
and he’d said it in front of the others. guilt coiled in his stomach, hot and sickening. he sat up abruptly, dragging a hand down his face.
fix it. now.
you were curled on the couch again, knees tucked up, staring blankly at the tv that wasn’t even on. theo and keeho were talking quietly in the corner, casting glances your way, while jongseob scrolled through his phone. when jiung stepped out of his room, the air shifted. everyone looked up. his eyes found you immediately, and the sight twisted the knife in deeper. he crossed the room slowly, kneeling down in front of you.
“baby,” he said softly. you didn’t look at him. “shouldn’t i give you space?” theo muttered something under his breath that sounded like dumbass, but jiung ignored it, shame burning in his ears.
“no. i was wrong. i didn’t mean what i said.”
your arms tightened around your knees. “but you said it.”
“i know.” his voice cracked. “i was exhausted and frustrated, and i took it out on you. i called you clingy because i didn’t have the energy to think, but the truth is— i need your clinginess. i need you.” finally, your eyes lifted to his, glassy with unshed tears. “you really hurt me.”
“i know,” he whispered, throat tight. “and i hate that i did. you’re never too much for me. not ever. i was just… too tired to see what was right in front of me. the person who waits for me, worries about me, loves me no matter how drained i am.” his hand reached up, brushing tentatively over your arm. “i don’t deserve it, but please don’t pull away from me. not when i need you most.”
you stared at him for a long moment, the ache in your chest warring with the sincerity in his eyes. finally, you exhaled shakily. “…you’re such an idiot.” a shaky laugh slipped from him, relief flooding his face. “yeah. i am.”
you let him pull you into his arms then, clinging to him despite your words. he held you tighter, burying his face in your shoulder. “i’m sorry,” he murmured again and again. “you’re not clingy. you’re everything. i love how much you love me.”
“don’t say it if you don’t mean it,” you mumbled against his hoodie. “i mean it,” he swore, pressing a desperate kiss to your hair. “every word.”
keeho cleared his throat pointedly from across the room. “apology accepted—on behalf of all of us who had to watch that train wreck.” intak snorted, jongseob muttered facts, and theo just shook his head. but their teasing softened the tension, and you even laughed weakly into jiung’s chest.
he smiled at the sound, finally breathing again.
that night, he refused to let you out of his arms. curled together on his bed, he traced apologies across your skin with his fingertips, whispered promises into your hair until your breathing evened out.
and when you finally drifted off, he stayed awake just a little longer, holding you like he’d never let go.
“never too much,” he whispered into the dark. “never.”
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intak - 인탁
the bass rattled the mirrors of the practice room, sweat beading across the boys’ foreheads as they drilled the same eight-count for the tenth time. intak’s jaw was tight, movements sharp but not sharp enough for him. he cursed under his breath when he stumbled on the transition again, shaking his head furiously.
“focus,” theo said gently, but intak just nodded curtly and restarted the track.
you leaned against the doorway, watching quietly. you’d brought snacks and water, hoping to cheer them up after the long session. mostly, you wanted to see intak. he’d been disappearing into practices all week, and you missed him.
“break time, please,” keeho groaned, flopping onto the floor dramatically. jiung laughed and joined him, tugging jongseob down too. “fine,” intak muttered, tossing his cap aside and collapsing against the wall. his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, sweat darkening his shirt.
you took that as your chance.
“hey, tak,” you said softly, stepping inside. his head snapped up, eyes wide before softening a little. “oh. you’re here.” you grinned and held up the bag. “brought goodies! figured you guys could use fuel.”
cheers erupted from jiung and jongseob as they scrambled over. keeho clapped like you’d just saved his life. you giggled, setting the bag down, then went to sit beside intak. “you okay?” he nodded, eyes fixed on the floor. “just tired.” you reached to wipe some sweat from his temple with your sleeve. “you worked so hard. i’m proud of you.”
his jaw clenched. “don’t.”
you froze. “…don’t what?”
he finally looked at you, eyes sharp. “don’t smother me right now. i can’t breathe.” your chest tightened. “i was just-”
“you’re being clingy,” he snapped, louder this time. “i don’t need it right now.”
the room went dead silent.
keeho’s eyes widened. theo shot him a look. jiung and jongseob exchanged awkward glances, halfway through unwrapping a granola bar. you sat back slowly, heat flooding your cheeks. “…right. sorry.”
you stood abruptly, muttering something about needing air, and slipped out before anyone could stop you.
the practice room was thick with tension after the door shut.
“what the hell was that?” theo demanded, arms crossed. intak groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “i didn’t mean-” “you called her clingy,” keeho cut in, voice sharp. “in front of us. when she literally just brought us snacks?”
jiung smacked him lightly on the arm. “not cool.” intak’s chest twisted with guilt, but frustration still buzzed in his veins. “i was stressed. i couldn’t think.”
“well, think now,” jongseob muttered. “because y/n looked she wanted to cry.”
intak’s stomach dropped. without another word, he grabbed his cap and bolted for the door.
you sat on the bench outside the practice room, picking at the hem of your sleeve. your chest still stung, the word echoing in your head. clingy. too much. the door opened, and intak rushed out, breathless.
“baby-”
you stood quickly. “don’t. it’s fine. go back to practice.” “no,” he said firmly, stepping closer. “practice can wait. you can’t.”
your eyes flicked away. “you made it pretty clear i can.” his heart squeezed. he reached for your hands, but you pulled them back.
“i’m sorry,” he blurted. “i didn’t mean it. i was frustrated, and i let it spill out the wrong way. you’re not clingy. god, you’re the opposite— you’re the only one who makes all this bearable.” you frowned, still hurt. “then why’d you say it?”
“because i’m an idiot,” he admitted instantly. “i was mad at myself, at my mistakes, and i lashed out at the one person i should never hurt. i swear, it wasn’t about you. it was about me not being good enough tonight.”
your throat tightened, tears threatening. “you made me feel like… like i was in the way.”
intak’s eyes softened, pained. he gently cupped your face, tilting it so you met his gaze. “you’re never in the way. you’re the reason i even get through days like this. when you wipe my sweat, when you cheer for me, when you just show up— it’s everything. i don’t deserve it, but i need it. i need you.”
you blinked, tears spilling despite yourself. “then don’t push me away.” his voice cracked. “i won’t. not again. i promise.”
you finally let him pull you into his arms, his hoodie damp against your cheek. he held you so tight it almost hurt, murmuring apologies into your hair. “you’re not clingy,” he whispered again and again. “you’re my safe place. i’m sorry i made you doubt that. i’ll make it up to you every day if i have to.”
you clung back, shaky but firm. “you better.”
he let out a soft, relieved laugh, kissing the top of your head. “yeah. i will.”
when you both returned to the practice room, the others tried to act casual, but keeho still shot intak a look.
intak tightened his grip on your hand, tugging you gently closer. “we’re good,” he said firmly, mostly to himself. you squeezed back, finally believing it.
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soul - 白翔太
the dressing room buzzed with energy after the show. staff members hurried around, touching up makeup, collecting mics, tossing bottles of water into eager hands. keeho was joking with jiung, theo stretched his sore shoulders, and jongseob was scrolling through fan posts already.
you slipped through the crowd, eyes searching. finally, you found him.
soul sat off to the side on a folding chair, head bowed, towel draped over his neck. sweat clung to his skin, strands of hair sticking to his forehead. you crossed the room quickly, crouching down in front of him. “hey,” you said softly, offering him a water. “you killed it out there. the fans were so loud for you.”
he didn’t look at you. “thanks.”
you frowned. “are you okay? your shoulder- you looked like you were stretching it too much during the last song. want me to-” he shifted back, jaw tight. “i said i’m fine.”
you hesitated, then reached anyway, dabbing at the sweat on his cheek with a tissue. “you don’t have to pretend with me. i just-” “stop,” he snapped, swatting your hand away.
your chest jolted. “i-”
his eyes finally lifted, sharp and frustrated. “you’re being clingy. can you just give me a minute to breathe?” the room went quiet. a couple staff members froze mid-step. jiung’s head whipped around, eyes wide. theo’s smile faltered.
you felt the sting instantly, your face flushing hot.
clingy.
you pulled back your hand slowly, standing up on shaky legs. “…right. sorry.” you mumbled something about grabbing more tissues and slipped out the door before anyone could stop you.
inside, tension lingered. keeho raised an eyebrow. “seriously, soul?”
soul groaned, dragging both hands through his damp hair. “i didn’t— i didn’t mean it like that.” “sure sounded like you did,” theo muttered.
jiung shook his head, clearly unimpressed. “y/n was just trying to take care of you. you could’ve just said you needed space.” soul’s chest tightened. shame crept in, sour and heavy. he knew they were right. he’d seen the hurt in your eyes before you turned away.
and it was his fault.
you leaned against the cool wall outside, biting the inside of your cheek hard to keep tears at bay. the backstage hallway was quiet except for the faint thrum of fans still screaming outside the venue.
clingy. like you were smothering him. like your love was a burden. you hugged yourself, heart aching. the door opened behind you, and hurried footsteps followed.
“baby.”
you looked up to see soul, hair still damp, panic written all over his face. you turned away. “shouldn’t you be inside celebrating?” he winced. “not without you.”
“you seemed fine without me a minute ago.”
the words cut, and he flinched.
“i didn’t mean it,” he said quickly. “i was overwhelmed. i couldn’t even hear myself think. i lashed out, and i used the worst word i could’ve picked.” your arms tightened around yourself. “you made me feel like i was suffocating you.”
he stepped closer, desperate. “no. you’re the only reason i can breathe on days like this. i swear, you’re not too much. you’re… you’re everything.”
you shook your head, voice small. “then why’d you say it?”
“because i’m an idiot,” he whispered. “because i was mad at myself for messing up a step, for being tired, for not being perfect— and instead of owning that, i pushed you away. i hurt the one person who was only trying to help.”
his voice cracked. “i hate that i did that to you. i hate that i made you doubt how much i need you.” slowly, he reached for your hands. this time, you let him take them. his grip was trembling but steady, grounding. “you’re not clingy,” he said, looking straight into your eyes. “you’re the one person who sees me when all of this—” he gestured vaguely toward the venue “—feels too big. you keep me sane. i’m so, so sorry i made you feel like a burden.”
your throat wobbled, the ache in your chest loosening just slightly. “don’t do it again.” he nodded quickly. “i won’t. never again. if i’m overwhelmed, i’ll tell you. i’ll never push you away like that.”
you searched his face, and all you saw was raw honesty. finally, you let out a shaky breath and leaned into him. he wrapped his arms around you instantly, holding you like he’d never let go. his hoodie was still damp from sweat, but you didn’t care.
“i need you,” he murmured into your hair. “cling to me all you want. i want it. i want you.”
you clung back, relief washing over you at last.
when you both walked back into the dressing room, everyone looked up. soul kept your hand firmly in his, expression set. “we’re okay.” he said quietly. keeho smirked. “better be.” jiung gave a small approving nod.
you squeezed soul’s hand, and this time, he squeezed back without hesitation. that night, when the lights were off and the noise of the day was gone, he whispered into the dark with your head on his chest:
“never too much. never clingy. just mine.”
and you believed him.
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jongseob - 종섭
the dorm was unusually calm for a friday night. the other members were sprawled in the living room—keeho watching a movie, theo half-asleep with his hoodie up, jiung scrolling through his phone.
you were curled up on the end of the couch beside jongseob, legs tucked under you, head resting on his shoulder. he’d been quiet all evening, distracted by whatever track he was mixing on his laptop.
you didn’t mind at first. being near him was enough. you liked the way his warmth felt against your side, how his fingers tapped softly to a rhythm only he could hear.
but after nearly an hour of silence, you started tracing gentle circles on his arm. “you’ve been staring at the same screen for twenty minutes,” you said softly. “you okay?”
he hummed, barely looking up. “yeah.”
you smiled. “want me to get you a snack?”
“no, thanks.”
you shifted a little closer, resting your chin on his shoulder to peek at the project. “what’re you working on?” he sighed quietly. “just… something.” your smile faltered. “you’ve been kinda distant lately.”
that made him pause. just for a second—then his jaw tightened. “i’m just tired, y/n.” “i know, but-” you tried to wrap your arm around him, seeking closeness, something to melt the space between you.
but he pulled back a little, the movement small but sharp. “can you not?” you blinked. “not what?” his tone came out clipped, too harsh. “not cling so much. it’s a lot sometimes.”
the sound of it hit you like a slap.
even keeho glanced up from the movie, brows furrowing. theo lifted his head, still half-asleep with eyes flicking between you both. you froze, the air suddenly too heavy. “i was just… trying to be close to you.”
“yeah, well,” jongseob muttered, rubbing his face. “sometimes it’s too much. it's clingy.”
the room went dead silent.
you felt your throat tighten. “okay.” you stood up quickly, forcing a small smile. “i’ll give you space then.”
keeho started to say something, but you were already heading toward the hallway. when the sound of your door shutting echoed down the hall, the silence that followed was deafening.
keeho turned down the volume on the TV. “what was that?” jongseob groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “i don’t know. i just—i snapped.”
“yeah,” theo said flatly. “and you snapped at the wrong person.” jiung leaned forward. “she literally did nothing wrong.”
soul, who had been silent up until then, looked over from his game. “you’re in trouble.” jongseob slumped back against the couch. “i know. god, i know.” keeho sighed. “you’ve been stressed, sure, but that doesn’t give you the right to take it out on her. you better fix it.”
he didn’t even respond—just stood and disappeared down the hall, guilt written all over him. you were sitting on the edge of the bed, hugging a pillow, trying not to cry.
the word clingy kept replaying in your head; like it had weight. like it meant too much. you’d only wanted to help, to be near him. but now all you felt was foolish.
a soft knock interrupted your spiral.
“y/n?” his voice came quietly from the other side of the door.
you didn’t answer.
he waited, then sighed. “can i come in?” after a long pause, you said, “yeah.” he slipped inside, eyes immediately landing on you; small, curled up, and clearly hurt.
his chest twisted. “i’m sorry.”
you didn’t look up. “you made me feel like i was annoying.”
he winced. “i didn’t mean that. i swear.”
“then why’d you say it?”
he hesitated, words fumbling out. “because i was tired, and my brain was loud, and i just… wanted quiet for a second. but i didn’t mean you were too much. i love that you’re close to me. i just-” he ran a hand through his hair, frustrated with himself. “i said it wrong. i hurt you. and i hate that.”
you glanced at him, eyes glassy. “you really did.”
he nodded, walking closer slowly, like he was afraid to scare you off. “i know. i’m so sorry. you’re not clingy. you’re caring. you’re the only person who makes this place feel calm.”
you stayed quiet, chewing your lip.
“sometimes,” he said softly, “i get so lost in my own head that i forget how lucky i am to have someone who wants to be near me at all.” that cracked something open in you. you blinked, tears slipping free.
“come here,” he whispered.
you hesitated—then let him pull you in.
his arms wrapped around you tightly, like he was afraid you’d disappear. he buried his face in your shoulder, voice breaking against your skin. “i’m sorry. i love when you touch me. i love when you care. i love you. i just got stupid.”
your fingers curled into his hoodie, clinging back. “then don’t push me away next time.” “i won’t,” he promised instantly. “you can hold me all you want. forever, if you want.”
you laughed through a sniffle. “that’s a little clingy.”
he smiled, relief flooding his expression. “guess we’re both clingy then.”
when you both rejoined the others in the living room, it was quieter softer somehow.
keeho didn’t say anything, just gave a little nod when he saw your hand in jongseob’s again. theo muttered, “good job,” without looking up. jiung smiled faintly.
you curled up next to him on the couch again, and this time, when you rested your head on his shoulder, he didn’t move away.
instead, his hand found yours under the blanket.
and just before you drifted off, you heard him whisper, barely audible, “cling to me all you want, baby. i’m not going anywhere.”
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a/n : thank you for reading & thank you for 400 followers<3
⋮ ٠࣪⭑ authors note ⋮ bro i've lowk been dying to finally add some piwon stuff to my blog... gulp... anywhom! ex mention #peak | if this damn website i use for my fake texts doesnt stop braking my cute lil emoticons im gonna loose my shi ALSO freak!soul is real dni if u disagree slash jay guys...
EX — p1harmony
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기호. KEEHO
테오. THEO
지웅. JIUNG
인탁. INTAK
소울. SOUL
종섭. JONGSEOB
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──
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SUMMARY: You weren’t expecting to walk in on your roommate touching himself after a day out… and you especially weren’t expecting to hear your own name fall from his lips while he did it.
WC: 4.2k words!
DISCLAIMERS: smut! [ minors / ageless blogs dni !!!! ] intak is a perverted loser. very horny reader LOL & kinda meanish. voyeurism heh, masturbating (m), oral (f & m), fingering, pussy drunk intak Btw. unprotected sex!!!!!! (WRAP THAT THO DEADASS.) subtak…? kinda. i tried ok. “good boy” :3 and a very good amount of dirty talk me thinks. GUYS IM JUST HERE FOR GANGNAM STYLE.
You had been walking on the edge of arousal all day, a low humming fuzziness beneath your skin that nothing seemed to scratch. Every shift of your jean shorts against your thighs had been a tease, every accidental brush of your arm against a stranger sent a jolt you didn't want. You were wet, aching, and frustrated, and the only thing you wanted as you jammed your key into the front door was the sanctuary of your room and your own hand.
Your panties had practically been soaked through since mid-day, the fabric clinging uncomfortably to your center as a constant reminder of how desperately you needed release. Every time you shifted in your seat, whether it be on a bench, or on public transit, you felt the slickness there, pulsing with need.
You'd considered ducking into a random bathroom stall more than once, but the idea of a quick, unsatisfying orgasm wasn't what you craved. You wanted to take your time, to spread out on your bed and really indulge yourself.
But to your dismay, as you walked into the living room, there was something else to already worry about.
You froze the moment the door clicked shut behind you. The living room dark and dead, but faint noises captured the atmosphere. There was a low, rhythmic sound, punctuated by heavy, ragged breathing. Your heart skipped a beat, not from fear, but from recognition.
Intak? He was home? He said he had work today… clearly not.
And he was definitely doing something he shouldn't be doing in your shared living space, or at least, not with his door open…?
Your first instinct was annoyance — you had been counting on having the place to yourself. But as you stood there, listening, that annoyance transformed into something else entirely. The sounds were unmistakable. The wet slap of skin on skin and his breathy gasps followed by low, desperate groans — he was jerking off, and from the sound of it, he was really going at it.
You dropped your bag in the hallway silently, your curiosity warring with the sudden spike of heat that flared in your lower belly. You knew you should go to your room, give him privacy, but the sound was magnetic. It pulled you forward, step by silent step across the hardwood floor, toward the hallway that led to the bedrooms. Your pulse quickened with each movement, your own arousal intensifying as you got closer to the source of those delicious sounds.
You'd heard Intak before, of course. The walls in this apartment were paper-thin, and more than once you'd wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of him pleasuring himself in the next room. Those nights, you'd lie there in the darkness, your hand creeping between your legs, matching your rhythm to his, imagining what he looked like or what he was thinking about. You'd always wondered if he knew you could hear him, if maybe he was doing it on purpose, putting on a show for you through the walls.
As you got closer, the noises became clearer, more distinct. And then, words. "Fuck... yes," He groaned, low and wrecked. But it was his next words that turned your blood to fire. "Just like that pretty girl... please..."
Your pussy clenched, a fresh wave of arousal flooding through you. He was thinking about someone?? Who was he thinking about? Girl from work? An idol? Actress? Your mind raced through the possibilities even as your feet carried you closer to his bedroom door. It was slightly cracked opne, like he didn't have the power in him to shut it all the way. Stupid, careless Intak — so lost in his fantasy that he hadn't even bothered. You pressed yourself against the wall just outside his room, your heart pounding so hard you were sure he'd hear it. Then, slowly and carefully, you leaned forward just enough to peek inside.
The sight that greeted you nearly made you gasp out loud.
He was sitting in his desk chair, head thrown back. His shirt was discarded on the floor, leaving his back and shoulders exposed, muscles shifting as he moved. You could see the flush running down his body, the way his shoulders flexed with each movement of his arm. His hand was moving furiously between his legs, his hips jerking up to meet his strokes. Even from the side, you could see how desperate he was, how completely lost in his pleasure.
"Fuck, so good," He whined, his voice breaking on a sob. “God, just like that YN.”
Your breath caught in your throat. ….
"Please," He continued, his voice ragged and needy.
Holy shit. He was thinking about you. The realization hit you like a physical blow, sending a shockwave of pure lust straight to your core. Intak, your life long friend and now roommate, the one who always left his dishes in the sink and borrowed your shampoo without asking, was jerking himself raw while fantasizing about you and your mouth on his cock.
You should have been angry. You should have slammed the door oprn and confronted him... But instead, you felt a dark, hungry satisfaction curl in your stomach. All those nights you'd spent touching yourself to the sound of him, wondering if he ever thought about you — and here was your answer. He wanted you.
You leaned against the doorframe, crossing your arms, and watched him. Your pussy was throbbing now, your clit so swollen and sensitive you could feel it pulsing with your heartbeat. You pressed your thighs together, trying to get some friction, some relief, but it only made it worse.
He was completely lost in it. His hand moved faster, the slick sounds growing louder, filling the small room. You could see his abs contracting with every thrust of his hips, and the way his whole body was tensing up. By the way his breathing had gone ragged followed by desperate little whimpers escaping his throat, you could tell he was close.
He gasped, his hand speeding up, the slick sounds growing louder, filling the small room. "Just like that.. Fuck… Please.. please.."
The begging did something to you.
Hearing him so desperate, needy, and completely undone by the thought of you — it was intoxicating. It made you feel powerful, desired, and wanted in a way that made your head spin.
Your hand moved almost unconsciously to your breast, squeezing through your shirt, your nipple hard and aching under your palm. You watched as his movements became more frantic while his free hand gripped the armrest of his chair so hard his knuckles were white. His hips were lifting off the seat with each stroke, fucking into his fist like it was your pussy.
You couldn't take it anymore. The throbbing between your legs was demanding attention, and seeing him like this — vulnerable and filthy — was an opportunity you couldn't pass up. You stepped into the room, your socked feet making no sound on the carpet. Your heart was racing, adrenaline and arousal mixing into a heady cocktail that made you feel bold, reckless.
"Intak," You said, your voice low but firm.
He screamed. It was a high-pitched, undignified yelp as he scrambled to cover himself, knocking his gaming microphone off the desk in the process. It clattered to the floor with a crash that seemed deafening in the sudden silence. He spun, eyes wide with terror, his hands frantically trying to pull his sweatpants up over his erection.
But it was useless — his cock was too hard and big as it strained against the fabric. He looked like a guilty puppy, frozen in the headlights of your gaze.
"Holy shit!—I thought you were—" He stammered, his face burning a bright red that rivaled the flush on his chest. His eyes were wild, panicked, darting around the room like he was looking for an escape route.
"Hm," You hummed, cutting him off as you stepped further into the room. You walked toward him slowly, deliberately, watching him shrink back into his chair. "Was that my name I heard?”
His face, already red, somehow managed to go even redder. "No–.”
"Don't lie to me." You shook your head, your voice sharp. You stopped right in front of his chair, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his skin. You could smell him — sweat and something disgustingly male. It made your head spin, yet your pussy clenched with need. "I heard you."
He covered his face with his hands, groaning in misery. "I'm sorry. I'm a creep. I'm disgusting. I'll move out, just — please don't hate me. Please."
The desperation in his voice sent a thrill through you. He thought he was in trouble? He thought you were disgusted. He had no idea that you were just as turned on as he was — that your panties were soaked through and that you'd been fantasizing about this exact scenario for months.
You stepped right between his legs now, close enough that your knees were almost touching his thighs. You reached out to grab his wrists and pull his hands away from his face.
He resisted at first, but you were insistent, tugging until he finally let you pull his hands down. He looked up at you, eyes watery and filled with shame, but beneath that, you saw the hunger. He was still hard, you could see the tent in his sweatpants, practically vibrating with need. His cock was straining against the fabric, a wet spot forming where the head was leaking pre-cum.
"Hate you?" You laughed softly, your thumbs stroking over the sensitive skin of his inner wrists. You could feel his pulse racing under your fingers. "I didn't say I hated it."
He blinked, confused. "What?"
"Walls are thin, sweet Intak," You purred, leaning down so you were inches from him. You could see every detail of his face — the way his pupils were blown wide with arousal, and the way his lips were parted and trembling, the sheen of sweat on his forehead. "This isn't the first time I've heard you."
His jaw dropped. "You... what?"
"Mmhmm." You hummed, letting go of one of his wrists to trail your fingers up his bare arm. His skin was hot, almost feverish… goosebumps rising in the wake of your touch. "I've heard you plenty of times. Late at night, when you think I'm asleep. Early in the morning, when you think I've already left for work. You're not as quiet as you think you are."
"I–" He breathed, his eyes squeezing shut. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I thought—"
"And I never said anything." You continued, your eyes trailing down his chest to the waistband of his pants. His chest was heaving, his nipples hard little points. "Because sometimes, lying in my bed at night listening to you... it helped me get off, too."
His eyes snapped open, staring at you in disbelief. "You touched yourself thinking about me?"
"All the time." You admitted, your fingernails scratching lightly against his skin. He hissed at the contact, his hips bucking involuntarily. "I'd lie there in the dark, my hand between my legs, listening to you moan and imagining it was me making you feel that good. Imagining your cock inside me, stretching me open, filling me up."
Intak let out a shuddering breath, his eyes darkening as the words sank in. "Fuck," he whispered. "Are you serious right now? Because if you're messing with me—"
"But listening isn't enough anymore." You interrupted, your voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I want the real thing. I want to feel you… Want you to fuck me until I can't walk straight."
"Yeah?" He whispered, like he was afraid you'd vanish if he spoke too loud. “Please, if you're joking—“
"Do I look like I'm joking?" You reached down and palmed him through his sweatpants, feeling the solid, heavy heat of him. He was rock hard, his cock thick and hot even through the fabric. He hissed, his head falling back against the chair, his hands gripping the armrests.
"Besides... you’ve stolen my panties, haven’t you?"
He froze, his eyes snapping open to meet yours. There was no point in denying it. You could see the guilt written all over his face, mixed with arousal and fear. "I..."
"Hm." You said, a slow smile spreading across your face. You gave him a firm squeeze that made him whine, a high-pitched sound of need that went straight to your clit. "You don't think I notice when my dirty panties go missing from my laundry? My black lacey ones? Or the pink cotton ones with a little bow? My red thong?"
"I'm sorry." He breathed, looking up at you with those wide, pleading eyes. "I just couldn't help it. You smell so good. I know it's fucked up.”
"It is fucked up," You agreed, your hand moving in slow circles over his cock. You could feel it twitching under your palm, how desperately he needed relief. "But I like it. I like knowing you wanted me so badly you had to steal my panties. What did you do with them, Intak? Did you wrap them around your cock while you jerked off? Did you hold them to your face and breathe me in while you came?"
"Y..yes" He admitted, his voice breaking. "Both. I'm sorry.”
"Don't apologize." You said, sinking to your knees in front of him. The carpet was rough against your knees, but you didn't care. You were eye-level with his crotch now, could see the outline of his cock straining against his sweatpants, could see the wet spot spreading. "I think it's sweet."
He stared at you, mesmerized, as you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" You asked, tugging the fabric down. He lifted his hips to help you, and then his cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach.
Fuck. He was way bigger than you'd imagined. Thick and long, the head flushed an angry red and leaking pre-cum. You could see a vein running along the underside, pulsing with his heartbeat. Your mouth watered at the sight.
You wrapped your hand around the base, marveling at the weight of him in your palm. He was hot, almost burning, and so hard you could feel him throbbing.
"I've touched myself to the idea of something like this countless times." You whispered, leaning in to lick a stripe up the underside of his shaft. He cried out, his hands flying to your hair, tangling in the strands. The taste of him exploded on your tongue. "Just hope you live up to the standards in my head."
"I will." He promised, his voice wrecked. "I'll do whatever you want. Please, I... please."
You didn't make him wait any longer. You leaned forward and took him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard. He hissed your name while his hips jerked up off the chair, forcing his cock deeper into your throat. You relaxed your jaw, letting him fuck your mouth, enjoying the desperate, needy sounds he was making.
"Oh fuck– fuck," He chanted, his fingers tightening in your hair and holding on like you were the only thing keeping him grounded. "Feels so good–"
You hummed around him, the vibrations making him gasp. You took him deeper, until the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. You swallowed around him, fighting your gag reflex, and he nearly came apart.
"Wait, wait, wait–" He gasped, tugging gently on your hair. "I don't want to yet. I want—I need—"
You pulled off with a pop, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the head of his cock. You looked up at him, your hand still working away while your lips were swollen and wet with a smile. "What do you need, Intak?"
"I need to taste you," He said, his voice desperate. “Need to know if you taste as good as I imagine."
Heat flooded through you at his words. "Stand up," You ordered.
He scrambled to obey, nearly tripping over his sweatpants pooled around his ankles. He kicked them off, standing before you completely naked, his cock jutting out proudly. You moved to sit on the edge of the bed, right in front of him. His eyes were locked on you, watching your every move with an intensity that made your skin prickle.
You hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your shorts. Slowly, teasingly, you shimmied them down your hips, along with your panties. You kicked them off to the side, leaving you bare from the waist down. The cool air hit your overheated pussy, making you gasp.
His eyes locked onto your exposed pussy, his mouth falling open slightly. You could see his cock twitching, leaking onto his thigh. "Fuck," He breathed. "You're so wet."
"All day, I’ve been." You admitted, leaning back on your hands and spreading your legs wide, giving him an unobstructed view as he got on his knees.
"Okay, stop staring and put that mouth to use."
Intak didn't hesitate, quickly he surged forward, burying his face in your cunt with a groan that vibrated through your entire body. His tongue was hot and frantic, lapping at your folds like a starving man. You gasped, your head falling back as he found your clit almost immediately, sucking it into his mouth.
"Oh, fuck," You moaned, your hands finding his hair. It was soft, slightly damp with sweat, and you gripped it tightly, holding him against you. "Just like that. Good boy."
He whimpered against your skin, the praise spurring him on. He ate you out with a single-minded intensity, his nose rubbing against your clit as his tongue plunged inside you. He was messy and sloppy – you could feel his saliva mixing with your own arousal as it dripped down your thighs, and it was perfect. He was showing how much he's wanted this, how much he's needed you.
His hands came up to grip your thighs, spreading you wider, holding you open for his mouth. His fingers dug into your flesh, hard enough to leave bruises, but you didn't care. The slight pain only added to the pleasure, making everything more intense.
"That's it," You panted, your hips starting to rock against his face. "Fuck, dont ’stop–."
He moaned against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your core. He pulled back just enough to gasp, "I've imagined this every single night."
A moan ripped from your throat as you tugged on his hair. "Show me what you've been dreaming about."
He dove back in with renewed enthusiasm, his tongue working your clit in tight circles. You could feel the orgasm building, that familiar tension coiling in your lower tummmy. But you didn't want to cum yet. You wanted to draw this out, and savor every second of having him on his knees for you.
He pulled back slightly, gasping for air, his chin glistening with your sex. He looked up at you, his eyes glassy and unfocused, completely fucked-out. His lips were swollen and red, his cheeks flushed. He looked absolutely wrecked, and you'd barely even started.
"You're so perfect," You panted, stroking his hair back from his forehead. Your fingers were gentle now, soothing. "Taste good?"
"I love it," He rasped, his voice hoarse. "Love how you taste. Love the sounds you make." He dove back in, his tongue flattening against your clit, licking in long, slow strokes that made your toes curl.
You looked down and noticed his hips moving, bucking forward rhythmically. He was humping the air, seeking friction for his neglected cock, but he didn't stop licking you. He was obsessed, pussy drunk, barely coming up for air as he worked you toward the edge.
"Look at me," You begged, tugging on his hair.
He pulled his mouth away just enough to look up at you, his tongue still darting out to catch your juices. The sight of him He looked like he was worshipping you, like eating your pussy was the greatest privilege he'd ever been given.
"You're doing so well." You praised him, and watched his eyes light up. "Making me feel so good."
He moaned, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before snapping back open. He didn't want to miss a second of this or stop looking at you. His tongue went back to work, lapping at your entrance, gathering your wetness before moving back up to your clit.
"I'm close," You warned him, your thighs starting to tremble. The tension was building, coiling tighter and tighter. He doubled his efforts, sucking on your clit and sliding two fingers inside you, curling them just right. They slid in easily, your pussy wet and ready for him. He found that perfect spot inside you that made you see stars, and pressed against it.
"NghFuck—“ You cried out, your back arching off the bed.
He kept his fingers right where they were, pumping them in and out while his mouth worked your clit. His other hand was still gripping your thigh, holding you open, and you could feel him trembling with the effort of holding himself back. His cock was probably aching, desperate for attention, but he didn't stop. He was completely focused on you and making you cum.
"Intak,” You gasped, your fingers tightening in his hair.
He groaned against you, the vibrations pushing you over the edge. You cried out, your body shaking as the orgasm tore through you. Your walls clamped down on his fingers, your thighs trying to close around his head, but he held you open, and licked you through it. He lapped up everything you gave him, moaning like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted.
The pleasure seemed to go on forever, wave after wave crashing over you. Your vision went white as your whole body tensed and then released. As you came down, panting heavily, your body still twitching with aftershocks, you pushed him back gently.
He pulled away reluctantly, his fingers sliding out of you. Intak looked dazed, his lips puffy amd face shining with your arousal. He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, and the sight made your pussy clench all over again.
"Shit–" You breathed. "That was..."
"Amazing," He finished, his voice rough. "Taste so good. Can I do it again?"
You laughed, breathless. "Later. Right now, I need you inside me."
His eyes widened, cock twitching visibly. "Really?"
You rolled your eyes before you grabbed his shoulders, hauling him up from the floor and onto the bed. He climbed up eagerly, his body covering yours. You could feel his cock, hard and hot, pressing against your thigh.
“Need you so bad.” He let out a breath, his forehead resting against yours. "I've wanted this for so long."
"Prove it." You whispered, reaching between your bodies to wrap your hand around his cock. He gasped at the contact, his hips jerking forward. You guided him to your entrance, rubbing the head of his cock through your folds, coating him in your wetness. He was trembling, his whole body tight with anticipation.
Intak pushed forward, sinking into you inch by inch. You groaned at the stretch, the feeling of fullness overwhelming after so long wanting this. He felt huge, hot and hard and pulsing inside you. Your pussy stretched to accommodate him, the slight burn only adding to the pleasure.
He choked out your name, his eyes squeezing shut. "So tight. Feels better than I ever imagined."
When he was finally buried to the hilt, he stopped, his forehead still resting against yours, his breathing ragged. You could feel him throbbing as you wrapped your legs around his waist, your heels digging into his lower back.
Intak started to thrust, slow and deep at first, savoring the feeling. Each stroke dragged against your walls, hitting spots inside you that made you gasp. Able to feel every ridge, vein, and the way his cock curved just right to hit your special spot.
"So pretty." He panted, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. "So perfect.“
"God, go harder–" You asked, your nails digging into his shoulders.
Something in him snapped and his control completely shattered as he started pounding into you, his hips snapping against yours with wet, slapping sounds. The bed creaked beneath you, the headboard hitting the wall with each thrust. He was whimpering with every thrust, high-pitched sounds of pleasure that went straight to your head.
"Yes, yes, yes!" You chanted, meeting him thrust for thrust. Your bodies were slick with sweat, sliding against each other. You could feel another orgasm building already, the pressure mounting with each stroke of his cock inside you.
"You're so beautiful." He whimpered before you pulled him down for a kiss. Your lips crashed together, messily. You immediately tasted yourself on his tongue, musky and sweet while he moaned into your mouth, his hips still stuttering as he lost his rhythm for a moment.
You reached between your bodies, your fingers finding your clit. You rubbed in tight circles, the added stimulation making you cry out. Your pussy clenched around him, and he groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "So close," You gasped. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
"I won't," He promised, his hips pounding into you relentlessly. "Gonna make you feel so good, promise."
The pressure was building. Your whole body was tense, every muscle coiled tight. Your fingers worked your clit frantically, chasing that peak. "I'm gonna come," He warned you, his voice breaking.
"I can't hold it. You feel too good."
"Not yet," You gasped, your fingers moving faster. You were right on the edge, so close you could taste it. "Wait for me. Just a little longer."
He let out a sob, burying his face in your neck, his hips pounding into you relentlessly. "I'm trying, I'm trying..”
"Almost," You panted, your body starting to shake.
And when you were there, your orgasm slammed into you like a freight train. You cried out, your back arching off the bed as your pussy clamped down around him like a vice. The pleasure was overwhelming, whiting out your vision once again and making your whole body convulse.
Intak pulsed deep inside you as he spilled everything himself. You felt it — hot and thick, filling you completely. Your walls clamped down around him, milking him and drawing out every last drop.
"Fuuuuck." He whimpered against your neck, his hips still moving in shallow thrusts, riding out his orgasm while buried deep inside you. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as he came, your legs locked around his waist, keeping him exactly where he was. You didn't want him to pull out, or lose the feeling of him inside you.
He collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving against yours, his cock still buried deep. For a long moment, you both laid there, breathing heavily, your bodies intertwined. You could feel him softening inside you, and the warmth of his release coating your inner walls.
Eventually, he lifted his head to look at you, his eyes glazed and satisfied. "God." he breathed. "That was..."
"Yeah," you agreed, running your fingers down his back. You were a mess, covered in sweat, your hair sticking to your forehead. But you felt amazing, satisfied in a way you hadn't been in months.
And the feeling of him still inside you, even as he softened, was absolutely perfect.
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&&. period comfort smau. menstruation talk + symptoms. fluff. est. relationship. swearing. some suggestive jokes. main masterlist.
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⤷ pornstar!intak x softdom!reader ༉‧₊˚. ────── (1.8k)
˚₊‧꒰ა you could never imagine that liking a random guy's jerking off video on twitter would lead you to his bed, all across the world. ˙ . ꒷ — first time of intak and reader of my smau. can be read separately!
⌗ nsfw, protected sex (p in v), hickeys (f rec) tit sucking, dry humping, dick riding, oral (f rec), face slapping (m rec), mouth spitting, recording, sub!intak, clingy!intak
For as long as you can remember, you’ve always treated yourself with respect. That means never putting yourself down for anyone — especially men.
So why did you travel countless miles for a guy? A guy who makes a living posting his dick online — so you were sure that at least 80% of the reason he wanted to see you was just to add another one to his list.
Anyway, you didn’t object. It’s not like Intak was ugly or boring… You just judged yourself internally for going through the humiliation of leaving your own country purely for sex.
But it’s not like you can turn back now: you’re here, in a stranger’s bedroom, waiting for something to happen. At this point, is stranger even the right term?
And coming from a practically porn star, you expected some attitude. But Intak is nicer and more of a gentleman than you expected. Like, you could have carried your stuff from his car to the front door all by yourself. And you don’t need a pair of hands on your waist to help you walk around his house.
It’s not like you’re desperate to have sex. Fucking wasn’t even one of your priorities while you were staying at Intak’s house. But he won’t shut up. You can’t tell if he’s nervous, happy, excited, or all three. It’s cute — that’s undeniable. He hasn’t stopped smiling since the moment he saw you, chattering away about everywhere he wants to take you.
“We could also go to this café. I swear it's so amazing their coffee is from another worl-”
“Intak,” you finally gathered courage to interrupt him. You raised your eyebrows and shrugged as if it were obvious what you meant. But his confused expression made you roll your eyes.
You force yourself up, propping yourself on your arm as you look at the boy who is still lying there. “Aren't you gonna fuck me?”
Intak's eyes widened so much that, if it weren't for the situation, you'd think someone was standing behind you with a gun pointed at your head. Where had all the attitude from the messages gone?
“Like, now?” was all he said. Men are so stupid, was all you could think.
If you rolled your eyes once more, you could swear they’d get stuck behind your head, so you simply leaned toward him, pressing your lips against his gently — an invitation.
He didn't even give you a chance to pull away before he was already pulling you toward him by your face for another kiss — this time a desperate one — where you could tell he wanted it more than you did.
“I thought you wanted to wait,” he breaks the kiss but doesn't get a millimetre away from you: hands up and down your body while his mouth travels down to your neck. “You smell better than I imagined,”
And suddenly you feel a sudden pain. And then another. And yet another. “Seriously? Hickeys? How old are you?
It was Intak’s turn to roll his eyes and with that damn cocky smirk on his lips. Insufferable.
While he was having fun marking your neck all over, you found out he's a big fan of nape caressing, letting out occasional low moans while you could feel him shivering.
Feeling uncomfortable and with almost no strength in your arm anymore, you find yourself laying on the bed once again, followed by Intak crawling over you.
“‘Wanna see your tits so bad. Got off to that pic you sent me literally every night,” the contrast between your look of shock and his look of pure lust was almost comical. He groped your breasts over your shirt as if he didn’t have full permission to take it off.
“Take it off,” you grab his hands to increase the friction while maintaining eye contact.
“Can I?” His eyes don't even move away from your breasts and how pretty they look when pushed together.
You start to wonder about Intak’s bed skills. He acts way too gentle for someone who sounded far too desperate.
Wanting to satisfy your own desires, you work up enough courage to take off your shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room. Intak’s expression was worth the wait.
“It's the same bra,” his hands quickly worked through your barely covered chest. You couldn't concentrate on the way his fingers lightly caressed your skin when his expression was showing more than lust.
After you let him explore your upper body his own way, Intak finally pulls the straps of your bra down. He doesn't say a word; he just bends down and takes his time basically making out with your nipple — his hand not leaving the other behind. The contrast of the cold room with the warmth of his mouth made you rub your thighs, trying to cool down the heat between your legs.
Your hands went back stroking his hair, taking moans louder than yours from him.
Losing your patience, you pull Intak’s head toward you — his face flushed with desire: his cheeks and ears red, the corners of his lips wet with his own saliva, and that damn passionate look in his eyes.
“Let me ride you,” you take your hand to cup the side of his face, bringing him close to your face once again in a sloppy kiss.
Intak is the one to break the kiss to sit leaning against the headboard. He manages to look even prettier out of breath and hair a mess.
“Condoms,” you look around the room trying to figure out the most probable way for condoms to be, eyes falling onto the nightstand almost immediately.
With the condoms in hand, you position yourself on top of Intak, wasting no time grinding against the outrageously visible bulge in his pants.
He grabs your hips roughly and stares directly at the spot where your still-covered intimacy rubs against his, letting out a few gasping moans.
You don't fall behind, taking the opportunity to rub yourself harder, providing some relief from the pent-up arousal in your clit.
“Please, stop teasing,” he grips your hips even tighter, guiding your movements and, as a result, losing control of his moans.
“‘Gonna cum already?” You laugh to yourself when, in contrast, he closes his eyes shut while trying to distract himself to not cum in his pants.
“Stop- ah- seriously, stop,” you would never say Intak was that sensitive. You decide to stop out of pity, but don't hide your satisfied expression.
Having decided to put an end to the teasing, you sit up just enough to pull his pants and underwear down, being rewarded with the sight of his cock pressing against his lower abdomen.
You feel your breathing failing to the sight of his dick. You wouldn't say it out loud, but it's better than the videos.
It's like an instinct — you grab it, and it feels even better than just looking at it. It's so hot and hard that you can feel your pussy twitching.
You don't lose much time jerking him off, as you are losing patience every minute that passes by. You tear open the condom package and slowly put on his cock, not missing the opportunity of a last tease on his tip.
Without further ado, you don't waste any more seconds and pull your panties aside from under your skirt, rubbing his member against your folds before sliding it inside.
You both moan in unison, throwing your heads back. You feel so full that you have no doubt Intak’s cock was made just for you.
“Fuck,” he looks back at you — or rather, down at you — and pulls your skirt up, trying to get a glimpse of where your bodies are connected. “You feel better than I could’ve ever imagined.”
Swaying your hips and, as a result, creating a pleasurable sensation against your clit, you wonder how many times he actually got off thinking of you. The thought alone made you start moving faster, this time up and down as precisely as you could, ignoring the eventual pain in your lower back and legs.
The vision Intak had was heavenly: your boobs bouncing up and down, your skin red and so hot it almost burned to the touch, the hickies turning into purple marks, and your face completely detached from reality. He didn’t have to do anything; just laying there, giving you pleasure exactly the way you wanted it, was enough for him.
“Slap me,” it came out low, almost like a mumbling. You didn't hear it, too focused on chasing your own orgasm.
To get your attention, he cupped one of your breasts as hard as he could, making you squeak and look down on him.
“Slap me,” he repeated and your eyes widened in surprise. The sensation of having him so devoted to you alone could make you cum. And you did as he asked for: one slap followed by a loud moan. And then enough to make his cheeks the reddest they've ever been.
Intak was already out of this planet. He wasn't even thinking anymore, just feeling his orgasm building up the more you hit him.
“You are indeed a whore — fuck,” feeling confident enough, you grab him by the cheeks and force his mouth open, leaning over to spit in his mouth.
That was enough for him to cum without a warning. Even with the condom, you could feel your insides warmer, which sent shivers down your spine.
While Intak was desperately searching for any trace of oxygen, you quickly pulled him off to lay down on the bed.
“I didn't cum,” you remotely said as you took your panties off and spread your legs, waiting for him to do exactly what you wanted.
And he does. As desperate as he was at the beginning, he lays down with his head between your legs.
Your right hand goes straight to his hair, while the other one tightly grips the sheets.
If he wasn't doing all the work fucking you, he compensates eating you out. Going from sucking your clit like his life depended on it to diving in your pussy, rubbing all of his face against it.
Your moans — or screams — were his fuel. As loud you moaned, the faster he moved his tongue.
“Wait- ah, fuck- Intak,” the grip on his hair tightened so much that he could swear he would go bald.
You desperately looked for your phone to record him before you could cum. He couldn't help but smile against your cunt, confused to decide if he should stare at you or at the lens.
As you felt your orgasm close, you wrapped your legs around his neck and started gridding against his face. The phone is already somewhere on the bed again.
The familiar sensation came and your body felt everything at once. You screamed so loud that it came out silent.
Once your body relaxed, you were finally able to breathe again. Intak fell to your side and hugged your waist, burying his face on the curve of your neck.
“Why did you film me?” the question came out muffled and dragged, as he was rubbing his nose against your skin.
“I'm gonna post it, of course.”
an: ok wow this smau came to an end. i think that are tons of flaws and mistakes innit but i couldnt care less are u kidding me??? the support i got all the way was everything. i want to thank all of you for your comments, likes and reblogs. seeing you guys waiting for updates made my heart warm im so serious :( i love yall so much!!! dont give up on me, ill post a new smau soon!! :3
